Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.